Fucking SEWER DISEASE…. Can you possibly go wrong? With a title like this, what do you think is about to crawl into your ears? SLUDGE. Walls of disgusting Sabbath worship gone all fucking wrong. Total sonic gangrene. Total revolting musical slime and hatred. IRN had already blown our fucking minds last year with their hideous self-titled debut, but oh man, much has happened since then, it appears. Now IRN are back with something that has taken the death and decay of their debut and has multiplied it by a million festering wounds full of maggots, materializing an album that reeks of death and dismay from all fucking orifices possible and that slithers at the pace of a stillborn mummified mammoth. “This is why people are losers…” recites a voice in the opening seconds of hideously disgusting opener “Sewers.” The tone of this record is set right there. From then on in this record people are hated through sound like it’s almost impossible to believe. IRN make an unmistakable statement with this album, and believe me, it’s nothing that humanity should be flattered about…
The formula is simple, but its effects are devastating. Taking Electric Wizard, Moss, Corrupted, Noothgrush, Iron Monkey and Eyehategod, IRN have taken all the most iconic traits from all these legendary sludge and doom bands and pancaked them one of top of the other in an escalating stacking of pure filth, a fucking warzone of slime spun out of control. Every instant of this goddamn record is a endless and wretched spawn of complete fucking filth. Dirt and revolting putrescent bile that coalesce in enormous waves of sickening and doom-ridden heaviness. The vocals sound like someone is being suffocated face down in a mud bog. The riffs are so infested with fuzz and feedback that they sound like a mountain of decomposing meat covered in flies, and the rhythm section? Well, that’s just the beat of pure coma. The sound of a heart about to collapse and pop from an overdose of morphine. IRN are literally the sickest, most degenerate and filth-obsessed band in the universe, and Sewer Disease is nothing but the purest statement of this lurid filth-obsession of theirs. One doesn’t simply just listen to this record. You get chewed up and then vomited out in pieces by it….Breathe Plastic Records will have IRN “Sewer Disease” tapes soon!
